Chapter 6
Now that he had the too-sexy-for-his-own-good Barnaby in his house, Nathan’s stomach fluttered nervously. He felt like a damn virgin. While it was true he’d never been attracted to anyone as much as he was to Barnaby, that didn’t mean he had to resort to gawky teenager behavior.
Nathan tossed his coat on the back of the couch. “Can I make some coffee?”
Barnaby had reapplied his violet lip gloss in the car and now the shine on his pouty lips really turned him on. Hell, he was pathetic. He had ten years on Barnaby and was Buddy Holly to Barnaby’s Elvis. Or not even. More like Buddy to George Michael or—
“Nathan?” Barnaby waved his hand in front of him.
He cleared his throat. “Sorry?”
“I said no coffee, but maybe a beer? I saw you had some in your fridge the other day.” Barnab
